The Tinkerer
by Bruce • November 28, 2017 • Writings • 0 Comments
On the edge of town, near the fallow gulch, the tinkerer walked the row by night, a shadow amidst the moistness and moonbeams, seeking scrap and shard. His eyes strained to find the lost things, the broken items, the discarded debris, marred mementos from better days, from happier hearts, from livelier loves, from healthier...
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